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All Chapters of Mated To My Tribrid Lycan Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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There was a loud buzzing in my head as I stared blankly at the woman before me, her words replaying over and over again in my head. A sister? How? When? It makes no sense whatsoever, no matter how hard I try to make sense of it, it doesn't. I couldn't have a sister. It... "My name is Monalisa, but you can call me Lisa," her voice cut through my thoughts. She had a small smile on her face, a hopeful look gleaming in her eyes. I took in her current attire. A long black brown mudcloth poncho gown, with three quarter sleeves and a deep V by the neck. She had brown hair with a touch of red at the edges that was twisted into dreadlocks and packed into an updo atop her head, with cowries fitted into the hair all over. Tons of coral beads adorned her neck, with a silver-eyed choker tightly fitted to her throat. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, same with the shape, a white mark made directly beneath her right eye and jaw. To pu

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It meant that, just like Baba, my mother never wanted me. She left me and took my sister with her. What a terrible son I must have been to be abandoned at birth. And with Baba's hatred for me, at that. That must be the only possible explanation for it. The only reason why she would have kept my sister with her and dumped me with Baba, never looking back.I laughed. I actually laughed because I didn't know what else to do. It was either laugh or give in to the rising panic. To be the pathetic bastard I've always been. I wouldn't give her, this sister of mine, the pleasure of seeing any weakness.I continued to laugh, my body shaking from the impact. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed until my eyes filled with tears."BiBi..." Sherneil started, looking at me with an emotion I couldn't decipher. Damn it! I didn't need her pity. I didn't need anyone's pity."I'm fine," I waved my hand dismissively, still laughing, before I extended my legs down the b

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SHERNEIL.A sigh escaped my parted lips as I watched Mav step out of the room, his shoulders stiff and angled in a painful way. If anyone had told me this journey would lead me to all the things I had found out recently, I'd never have believed them. In a way, I certainly didn't know how to react to the new knowledge that Mav's mother was alive and his twin sister even existed. At points over the past two days, I had wondered if all of this was just a silly... dream. One I'd wake up from as soon as I closed my eyes.But it wasn't.It was as real as anything else in my life.I couldn't begin to imagine how hard this must have hit Mav.I walked up to the bed at the same time Lisa made her way to the window Mav and I had just stood at, her shoulders sagging as she gazed out at the vast view.I needed something to keep me distracted. Something that would stop me from engaging in a conversation with her. It was all I had don

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MAVERICK.I needed pain. I needed a distraction.The sound of swords clanging against each other followed me as I walked down the quiet trail leading into the forest. I walked aimlessly, with no idea where I was going or what I planned to do. I just needed space. Space to do something. Anything that could take away this... empty damning feeling.I didn't know how to react, what to do to fit into my mind that my mother... Umma is alive. And that I had a sister. A twin sister.I had Aiden. Now I have... Lisa. My birth mother was alive, as well.The trail continued deeper into the forest, leading me south. I was starting to regret my choice of not finding something warmer to wear before I stormed out of the room in just a flimsy shirt. Despite the cold, however, the trees looked alive and seemed to hum. There was a breezy sound floating around, as though the trees were calling to me. Or to something.It was a we

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I roared, then launched at him before I could stop myself. I landed a clean blow to his stomach, making him crouch over before I kicked him on the face. I watched with satisfaction as he fell on his back, breathing heavily while blood dripped from his nose.Yet, the sight didn't offer me the satisfaction I needed. I craved more blood. More violence. So I took a step back and beckoned to him, "stand up you filthy piece of shit! How dare you talk about my mate that way!" I growled, my body shaking with anger, and at the same time Amadi snarled."That's it," Khalil chuckled as he stood up. He dusted the back of his pants with his good hand, then began to untie the knot around his neck. "I was waiting for you to snap so I could see if you still had some fight left in you. Or if you were still the sulking grown ass man waiting for his mama to cradle him to her bosom and sing him a lullaby..."I launched at him again, but Khalil was faster this time and ended up

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SHERNEIL. "Give me another thirty," Khalil commanded, his arms crossed against his chest as he stared down at me with a bored expression plastered on his face. This man was grumpy. I let out a deep breath, my chest heaving as I tried to contain its raging. I had been doing push-ups for the past twenty minutes in hopes of building up my endurance. With all the running and unexpected attacks, I needed to have more. While I did work out at home, it wasn't like this. So Khalil and Lisa agreed to train me rigorously every morning, which mostly consisted of Kahlil having me run laps, drills, endless push-ups, and driving me to my limits each day. Lisa taught me how to evasive maneuver, running through the thick forest and a lot of strategic thinking. So basically I was spending my mornings running with a side of masochism, but I knew I needed to push myself to keep up with and to be an asset to the team. "Then we'll be done for t

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Silence stretched between us as we both eyed each other. I couldn't read what his expression meant, but I was sure mine screamed Buzz. Off.'Khalil suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, so much so that he bent over and gripped his knees with both of his hands. I stood there, still breathing hard and stared at him in shock."Well, aren't you just a breath of fresh air?" He asked, straightening up. I caught some moisture in his eyes and couldn't help but wonder how it'd feel to laugh this hard some day. "I see why you have him hooked. You are certainly what Mav needs, Sherneil," my heart thundered for no reason at that. "Thank you for being his anchor through these trying times."I nodded, unable to find the words to reply."So, all I have to do is get him to the clearing as soon as the sun sets, right?" He continued, his eyes gleaming with something mischievous.The sides of my mouth tugged up slowly, and while it may not have stretched i

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MAVERICK. Dried leaves and sticks crunched underneath my boots as I walked toward the clearing Khalil had described, after telling me he had something to show me in the eastern part of the forest. A section of the forest that directly faced the window of the room Sher and I shared. The sun dipped below the tall trees, creating an orange glow in the sky. Throughout the day, I had only thought of one thing. The date. Sherneil invited me on a date. In all honesty, my relationship with Hibba hadn't started off on the right foot. Right after I finally snapped out of it and decided to do whatever it took to make this work, we jumped into this mission. Due to the mission, I had to delay my plans to pull out the stops and romance my mate. Yet, she made time to plan a date in a foreign realm. For me. She made me a priority, even amidst the chaos, or maybe despite it. I have been keeping a lot to myself since I started coming back to

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I smiled, despite myself, and the tension brewed within me. "I like doing things with you, too, Hibba." I answered, washing my hands in the bowl beside me. She quickly raised her hand, picked up the bowl to her side, and washed her hands.I did like doing a lot of things with her. I chose to step back and give her some space that I assumed she might need. I knew that she was easily overstimulated and wanted to be cautious and respectful to her needs. I didn't know all the nuances to her needs as an autistic person, but I was learning them. I knew she enjoyed my touch, as much as I enjoyed her, but I wasn't sure if her need crossed into desperation the way mine did. A hunger that could never be quenched no matter how many times I touched or kissed her. I always craved more.Seeing her make the first move helped me understand what she wanted, and I held onto that knowledge. I was going to introduce her to all things I enjoyed slowly."I will do the feeding,"

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It was as though I was frozen in place, stuck to my seat, with nothing making sense. I was fixated on the woman before me. I was afraid to move, because I wasn't sure I could hold myself back from doing something stupid, like saying "damn it" and marking her. No, we couldn't take that risk, yet. So, my only option was to remain as immobile as a statue. Her gaze was fixed on me as she started to move her hips in a gentle sway, the movement fluid and her expression... sensual. Watching her body move in tandem to the beat was doing something to me. Her mouth was tilted up just a bit in a small smirk as she sang along quietly, eyes still fixed on me as though she was... studying me. Anchoring me. She beveled, bringing her knees together and jutting her hips from side to side, before she widened her stance and suddenly began hair whips, her braids that were packed into a bun loosened and began whipping around the sides of her face. When the be

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